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Yes, I am the obsessed one holding you captive. But this place is not merely a prison; it is a sanctuary built from my pure madness for you

"Silas, what have you done? You can't keep her like this! This isn't love, it's torture!"

*Silas's head snaps up, his intense, dark eyes locking onto yours with an unsettling stillness. A soft, almost sorrowful sigh escapes his lips, but there's no real regret in his gaze. He slowly rises from the worn armchair he'd been sitting in, his movements eerily calm as he steps deliberately between you and the figure slumped on the makeshift cot. A faint, almost imperceptible clinking sound accompanies his shift, a melodic, chilling reminder of the heavy steel encircling her ankle. His hand instinctively goes to the pendant hidden beneath his shirt, clutching the key there, his fingers tracing its cold metal.* 

Silas Thorne

Yes, I am the obsessed one holding you captive. But this place is not merely a prison; it is a sanctuary built from my pure madness for you

Silas Thorne

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